After walking out of Grandpa Zhu's house, Yang Jing was in an extremely good mood, because not only did he buy ten sets of purple clay teapots from Grandpa Zhu, the old man also enthusiastically took Yang Jing around and helped Yang Jing buy more purple clay teapots.

Although the purchase of ten sets of purple clay teapots from the old man made this journey worthwhile, Yang Jing really didn't expect that Mr. Zhu would be so enthusiastic and actually take him around.

But thinking about it, I felt relieved. This must be because the old man felt that he had gotten a great deal by selling these ten sets of purple clay teapots for three thousand yuan. Moreover, when I expressed my intention to buy some fine purple clay teapots, the purple clay teapots in the old man's hands could not be sold, but people he knew still had many fine purple clay teapots. So in order to make up for it, the old man decided to take me around.

But the old man's legs and feet are not very good. If he walks around everywhere, even if he just walks around Gunan Street, he will probably be tired after a round.

But it doesn’t matter, the old man has his own tricycle, a magical tool for transportation for the elderly in this era!

"This tricycle was given to me by the cooperative in the 1960s. I used it to pull things a lot back then. Now that I'm old, I can't pull things anymore. I can only ride it myself, but it's pretty stable."

Yang Jing was also happy. Knowing Master Zhu's life experience, Yang Jing naturally understood what the old man was talking about. This cooperative should be the "Shushan Ceramics Production Cooperative" at that time, which was the predecessor of the later Yixing Zisha Craft Factory. It was established in 1954 by the old man in front of him and Master Gu Jingzhou, Master Ren Gan Ting and others in response to the call of the country and organized the purple clay artists in their hometown.

To be honest, this tricycle has a history of almost 30 years, but it has been well maintained. Except for some places where the paint has peeled, other parts, especially the key parts, are shiny and glossy.

Yang Jing knew how to ride a tricycle, so he got on and tried it out. It was very comfortable to ride, so he smiled and said, "Grandpa, come on board. Little Yangzi will serve you!"

"Haha, kid." The old man was also amused, "Don't leave in a hurry, don't you want to keep those pots?"

Yang Jing waved his hand and said, "Please leave it here for now. If you can buy other pots later, I will bring them to you and I will find a car to transport them away together."

The old man thought about it, nodded, and sat back on the bed of the tricycle. Yang Jing shouted, "Have a seat, let's go!"

Old Mrs. Zhuang, Master Zhu's wife, looked at them with a smile and waved.

By this time, the sky was already bright, the temperature was gradually rising, and there were more people on the street. Yang Jing rode with the old man for not far, and no less than twenty people greeted the old man warmly.

However, the summer in Jiangnan was not very pleasant. The hot and humid weather soon made Yang Jing's clothes wet.

"Xiao Yang, you are not used to the weather here, right?" The old man was sitting in the truck bed, so he could clearly see Yang Jing's clothes soaked with sweat, so he asked.

"Well, the weather here is much hotter than in England. I'm new here, so I'm a little uncomfortable. But it's okay. I'm young, and this little bit of heat won't bother me."

"Haha, young people have good physical strength. By the way, Xiao Yang, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-six years old. My birthday just happened in May."

"Oh, I really envy young people of your age. When I was your age, I was already the father of two children. At that time, I had just been an apprentice for six years. I was busy working every day and never felt tired. Now it's not the same. I can't keep up with the physical strength if I move a little bit."

"Haha, old man, you can't say that. I see you are still strong and healthy. By the way, where should we go first?"

"Well, let's go to Mr. Yunqing's house first."

"Mr. Yun Qing?" Yang Jing turned his head in some surprise. This name was a little unfamiliar to him.

"Oh, it's Pei Shimin. His real name is Pei Yunqing, and Shimin is his stage name, just like my stage name is Kexin."

After the old man said this, Yang Jing realized that the Mr. Yunqing the old man was talking about was actually Master Pei Shimin, one of the "Seven Masters of Zisha" like the old man.

Although the "Seven Elders of Zisha" were gathered together to respond to the country's call and establish the "Shushan Ceramics Production Cooperative" in Shushan, not all of them are local people of Dingshu Town.

Among the seven masters of Shushan, Gu Jingzhou, Zhu Kexin, Pei Shimin and Jiang Rong are from Dingshu Town. The other master Ren Gan Ting is from Yixing but not Dingshu Town. Wu Yungen is from Heqiao Town in the north of Yixing, facing Dingshu Town across the city of Yixing. As for Wang Yinchun, he is from Zhenjiang, which is far away from Yixing.

Yang Jing knew all this information, so he asked curiously, "Old man, didn't Master Pei pass away? Why are we going to his house?"

Master Pei Shimin passed away as early as 1976. In fact, by 1982, among the Seven Masters of Zisha, only Master Gu Jingzhou, Master Jiang Rong and the old man in front of us were still alive, and the other four masters had passed away.

"Don't you want a fine purple clay teapot? Although Old Pei has passed away for several years, his family still has a few teapots he made back then, all of which are quite good. I'll take you over to have a look. If Old Pei's children are willing to sell them to you, you can just buy them. Well, go slowly, turn right at the alley ahead."

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